Prompto braced himself for the attack that never came. He had told Noctis who he was and he was still breathing. It would take a while to decide if that was a blessing or a curse. After all, the future was looking rather bleak for all of them.

And it was all just beginning. Who knew where it would all end.

He wiped his eyes on his plush and adjusted his glasses. "Here's hoping the fluffball turns up soon. I just hope wherever Luna is that she's safe and she knows we're thinking about her."

Prompto fell into an uncomfortable silence then, holding out his hands to stare at them. They were clean but he could still see and feel the blood. "Did you know... today is the first time I've ever fired a gun at a living person, before? First time I've ever killed someone."

His stomach twisted at the thought of the Glaive he had shot in the head. At the others he had killed along the way. MTs were different. Not that he had enjoyed killing them either. He had just done what he needed to do.

The more he looked at his hands, the more he thought back to the Citadel. The noise, the blood, the smell. Within seconds he was out of his seat and to the side of the caravan to puke up his guts, retching until all he could do was dry heave.